Tossed Away Kid - Chapter 1
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HI. My name is Tommy Tucker - well, not really, but my first name is Tommy. I don't want you to know my last name because I hate it. Although I hate my last name I'm the happiest 15 year-old in the whole world. This story is taken from my journal I started writing a year and a half ago. My caseworker and guardian angel suggested that I write down everything that happens to me. He says that we can learn from our past things they don't teach in school. I'm sharing my story with you to perhaps teach you things you can't learn in school either.
I must warn you though:
This is a story of love, hope, and trust. It also deals with rejection, false hope, and mistrust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme and will not be graphically described. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't get caught reading it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
I can't really just share my journal with you, because I'm the only one who understands it. It's taken quite a bit of time to translate it into something you can understand. I hope you enjoy my story.
A year and a half ago I lived in Springfield IL. I had just turned 14 years old.
My parents were very strict. Dad was a high school principal, and Mom an accountant and CPA. They were in their early 50's. I had two older brothers who got married and moved away when I was a little kid. My parents often told me that I was nothing more then a mistake. They resented the fact that I was ever born. The only reason they didn't get an abortion is because they are very religious and self-righteous. They never do anything wrong and whenever something is not right it's always my fault. The slightest infraction results in Dad removing his belt and beating me senseless. Mom is not much better. If I say a bad word like hell, damn, or talk back to her she slaps me across the face without warning as hard as she can. But that's not what really hurts. What really hurts, I do everything I can think of to try to please my parents - but nothing I do seems to help. I got great grades in school, kept my room clean, always got home on time, and tried to stay out of trouble.
Aside from my home life I was a pretty average kid. I hadn't started my growth spurt yet and was short for my age at 5'4" and 115 pounds. My dad and brothers are all over 6' so I know that I'll grow more before I'm through. I have black hair and blue eyes.
I'm kind of shy and don't have many friends. But I do have a best friend. In fact we are in-love. His name is Danny Smith. Danny has been my best friend ever since I can remember. I think I always loved Danny. He lived next door and my mom left me at their house when I was just a little baby. She had to work and Danny's mom was taking care of Danny so - she took care of me too. I'm three months older than Danny.
Our families never became that close. I mean, Danny's parents really tried to get to know my parents but my parents just weren't the sociable types. I credit Mr. and Mrs. Smith for everything good in my life. Danny is an only child and his parents are in their middle thirties. Mr. Smith is very athletic and taught us how to play baseball, basketball, roller blade, and many other sports. When I get upset I know that I can always come to either Mr. or Mrs. Smith just to talk. If the problem is my folks then there is not much that they can do but it makes me feel better to talk to them.
Danny and his parents more than made up for the affection that I lacked at home. Holding hands, hugs, and kisses on the cheek were common between us. Danny and I often played with each other's bodies. It felt good and we didn't see anything wrong with it. In fact Mr. and Mrs. Smith didn't have a problem with it either. They caught us playing around many times and just laughed at us, saying, "boys will be boys." Thank God the Smiths never told my parents what we were up to. We never played or even hung out at my house for fear of disturbing my parents.
Things started getting serous between Danny and me when we turned 13. Danny has blond hair and blue eyes and is taller then me. When he held my hand or hugged me, I started getting this funny feeling in my stomach and sometimes my dick would get hard. Then for the first time in the 13 years I'd known Danny I didn't know what to say. One time when this happened I leaned in and kissed Danny on the lips for the first time. At first he pulled back, and he got this great big smile on his face. Then he tackled me and wrestled me to the ground and gave me the best kiss of my entire life. Then he backed off and played with my nose with his nose and stared me right in the eyes and told me he's wanted to do that for a long time.
He kissed me again and his dad walked around the corner. He was really cool about it. We all had a long talk and they decided that it was okay with them if we wanted to be boyfriends. For the next year I was happier than ever before. Not even my parents could break my mood.
They say that if anything can possibly go wrong, it will. Well it did. About a month before the end of school for the summer Mr. Smith went away on a business trip. He was gone a whole month. He got back on the first day of summer vacation. He said he needed to talk to Danny and me. He explained that he had to transfer to Chicago and that they had to move right away. Danny and I started crying and just held on to each other for the longest time.
Two weeks later my Danny - Hell, My Family -- was gone. For the next several weeks I was so depressed that I hardly ever came out of my room. I spent my time writing letters to Danny and his family. Then one time when I did go out I left a letter to Danny on my desk. When I got home my letter was gone. I knew I was in for it.
When I went down for dinner my dad had my letter to Danny in his hand. He asked me if I was some kind of queer and I told him I was in love with Danny and he loved me. He punched me near the left eye as hard as he could and I flew across the room. Both my parents then called me names I don't want to repeat and told me to get out of their house. They said that I was not their son anymore. So I left with only what I had on my back and only able to see out of one eye.
This is where the story begins. Or should I say, the adventure.
To Be Continued...